Loving You || Chris Brown Fanfic (ON HOLD)

II ; Issues

LONDON

Chrissypooh - [ 10:27 PM ] - Nigga, what do you think of these lyrics, i'm writing a new song..

[ 10:28 PM ] - I should've kissed you, I should've told you, told you just how I feel.. and next time I won't stop I'll listen to my heart, cause what I feel is real..

I read the last text message over and over... these lyrics don't mean shit.. I guess.. I left his house early because he was acting weird as fuck, I guess it was because of the answer I gave him to the question he asked me.. 'how long have we been bestfriends?' that stupid ass question replayed in my mind all day. I told him not to start that shit because I already knew where that question was leading too.. he wanted to be more than bestfriends.. I don't.. or do I? I'm confused.

I decided to reply back to the text even though I was mad at his big headed ass.

Me - [ 10:32 PM ] - Yeah yeah.. the lyrics are cooool..

After I sent the text I put my hair into a messy bun and changed into a tank top and some shorts, today I just wanted to chill. I grabbed my stuffed bear and turned on the tv in the living room, I put it on disney channel and Tangled was on.. thats my shit. I wish I had someone to watch it with.. forever lonely.

I grabbed my thick ass pink blanket and began to relax on the couch...

as SOON as I started to relax some big headed ass bitch decided to bang on my fucking door.

'WHAAAAT" I snatched the door open.

"Calm the fuck down" Chris pushed past me and sat on the couch.

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut, "The fuck you want?"

"Fuck all that attitude shit, why didn't you answer the damn phone?" He said as he took his hat off showing his blonde curls.

"Bitch I didn't hear my phone ringing." I pushed him out of my spot on the couch and sat down.

"You mad at me or something?" He asked.

"You like to ask stupid ass questions, and I find that shit IRRITATING."

"Nigga you on yo period or something? and all I asked was WHY DON'T WE TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL, get over that shit London its been 5 fucking years, he's not here anymore."

get over it?.. oh hell no.

"Get the fuck out my house." I said standing up pointing to the door with tears running down my face.

"Look bae I'm sor-,"..

"Don't call me bae Chris just get the fuck out.."

He sighed deeply and left.. we always had these type of arguments.. ugh.

I wiped the tears away and laid on my stomach with the blanket over my body thinking..

why am I so stupid?.. I have feelings for him but I deny it.. i'm pushing him away but I don't notice, maybe I should listen to what he wants..

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